Often based on worries Unrelenting mind thinkers Refusing sleep and laughter Even liquor can’t cure Miserably increasing It’s normal to be in that mood Yet affecting others is cruel I don’t feel like talking I don’t want to be disturbed Silent mode activated No calls…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 17 – Diseased
The flame which cauterizes is poisoned The water which cleanses is haunted The air which soothes is bloody The earth which buries is rotten. Salvation isn’t coming.
Hour 17: The Sun
Bright, blinding light Greeted me as I looked At him, for the first time Like he was a miniature sun Warm, bright, full of smiles. Drawn to him, I was Like the moon, cold But couldn’t help wanting A part of light A part of…
My World
I drift off to sleep knowing that reading heals, hurts, and puts us in limbo. From eating a lot to going into the wilds not knowing if you will make it. Traveling from one location to another knowing them sometimes better or worst than people….
Jumping Off Point
It isn’t my favorite prompt of all time; some dubious quotes about life on the line, paired with a shot of a desolate bridge; Good thing we’re too tired, too worn, fighting asleep, to climb, jump, or dive. into something that deep.
“I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.”
whisps of smoke circle from the pocket behind her lips rising in loneliness the stench not new relegated outdoors away from the revelry a socially acceptable isolation of her own choosing the boozing brazen in its dedication to keep her separate but seen secluded but…
[Hour Seventeen]latecomer
There was a crash– a fire, a deadly cat on the loose, power outage, rabid dog, locusts, a hurricane, My heart, oh god! Why? Why what? I am so late, why did I agree on waking up at an unholy hour for this natural disaster that…
Beneath The Cherry Tree
She found and sold her soul in Osaka while watching the Geisha obi tied tight Miles of fabric Draping the ground Beneath the cherry tree Just a short distance from The tea house Pouring heat into the hearts Of men With dashing eyes flitting from…
Dollars No Sense–Hour 17
Bananas grow in Hawaii in backyards the tastiest the freshest Go to a supermarket in Hawaii and buy bananas from Ecuador
Neil Gaiman
“Books were safer than other people anyway.” I can open a book and peer inside I can read its meaning See its dark side Know what’s in its belly People are not so anyway